Chapter 6: Tracing the Ghost

  No!

  How did Hua know about my experience? Because I asked him and he didn't respond, so I haven't mentioned anything that's happened these days. How could he have known? Did he also go through it?

  "Don't look at me with such suspicion, I'm not a yin jing. I'm just someone who's so unlucky that I've even outlived my own parents and don't deserve to have friends."

  Xiangrikua was sitting on the edge of the bed looking at me with a flat tone, making it impossible for me to know what he was thinking when he spoke like that.

  "Life is tough? Defeat your parents?" I've never heard anything like this before.

  "Anyone who is around you will get hurt because of your hard life, so you and I are the same, destined to be a lonely and pitiful person forever. Haha, haha..."

  Xiang Rihua laughed and then fell asleep after laughing loudly towards the sky. In an instant, there was no sound in the room, and he also slept motionless with his hands clasped to his chest.

  He has always slept like this. In the past, I used to think that his gesture of hugging himself with both hands was a sign of being aloof and rejecting others' approach. But now it seems that he is lonely?

  The room was quiet, his laughter still echoed in my ears, that kind of laugh, more like despair.

  A person who is strong-willed can overcome their parents, friends, and all the relatives around them. I've never heard of this before, but as I've walked alone all along, I've never felt that my existence doesn't deserve to have everything that others can easily possess.

  Is it possible?

  Looking at the desolate backdrop of Xiangrikui, I don't know why, but I feel that I will also live like this in the future.

  "Hehe......"

  Suddenly, the window outside transmitted the laughter of that child again, followed by a few very vague words.

  I looked out of the window and it was quiet outside again.

  Quietly, quietly...

  Looking at Huahua's back again, thinking about what he and Mengyao said. Is it a warning?

  Yin police are the police of the underworld, and if the ghosts in the underworld have grievances, the yin police will help them redress their grievances. If the yin police do not take action, they will be retaliated against by the vengeful spirits and become a yin police who is despised by all ghosts, not even as good as a lonely soul or a wild ghost.

  The dead who had unfulfilled wishes or were killed by others will retain their last breath of resentment. They will wander among humans, and their resentment will grow heavier and heavier...

  "Lollipop is really delicious!"

  The voice of the child came from outside again, but this time it didn't make me nervous because I decided to go out and take a look.

  "It's really delicious, it's really delicious..."

  I got up, closed my eyes and took a deep breath as I walked towards the door. When I opened it, even though I did so very gently, the somewhat ancient door still let out a creaking sound.

  At the moment when I closed the door, I unexpectedly didn't dare turn around.

  I'm afraid of...

  Just behind me, a chill ran through my whole body, as if a gust of cold wind was blowing, and then a small hand stretched out from behind me to the front.

  Little hand holding a lollipop, some melted sugar water flowing down, flowing over the plastic stick, and onto the little hand.

  "Brother, I'm Wang Xiaoke, do you want a lollipop?" asked the voice behind him.

  "No, I don't want to." He forced out in a stuttering tone, his heart hanging by a thread.

  Just then someone tugged at my clothes with a force that was not strong, like a child being playful with their parents.

  I'm scared, and more than once I've thought of just running away with my legs. But another consciousness tells me that they will keep coming to the door, finding me. So, sooner or later I'll have to face it, and because of some ominous warning, if I don't face it, I might even lose my life.

  "What's wrong?"

  I asked, holding back the still slightly trembling body.

  "Dad and mom, why don't you come pick me up? My stomach hurts."

  His voice was tinged with weakness and pain, and the force with which he pulled at my clothes had also diminished considerably.

  At this moment, my mood became complicated, no longer afraid, but curious and worried.

  I took a deep breath and turned around.

  This kid named Wang Xiaoke is probably around 7 or 8 years old, about waist-high to me. He's wearing a Pleasant Goat and Big Big Wolf logo shirt, biting his lip as he stares at me.

  Lovely appearance, with an air of innocence.

  However, his face was distorted in pain at this time, and his eyes were filled with tears, looking very pitiful.

  I crouched down and looked at him.

  "Little guy, how did you get here?"

  My hands and feet have become more agile, and the trembling and weakness caused by fear have disappeared.

  "Brother, you brought me here, I miss Dad and Mom."

  He held back his tears and stared at me with pleading eyes.

  Me?

  How did I end up bringing this little guy to a crematorium? I'm just a pallbearer, so the only ones I bring here are...

  I gasped, and this remark reminded me that the little boy in front of me was not a real person, but a ghost!

  Fear made me take a step back away from the little kid in front of me, and I quickly thought about when I had ever brought such a corpse to the crematorium.

  Lollipop?

  The first day I came back here, Xiang Rihua and I received three corpses. One was an unidentified male corpse, one was a boy who died eating a lollipop...

  "Brother, my tummy hurts so much! Waaah, it's so painful, so painful!"

  Wang Xiaoke's lollipop fell to the ground powerlessly, and he sat down on the ground with his hands covering his stomach, crying. As he cried, he said it hurt, and then his tears began to turn red, a deep crimson like blood.

  It's not just the eyes, but also the nose is starting to bleed, and the ears, mouth corners...

  Seven holes bleeding!

  "Waaa... it hurts so much, it really hurts..."

  Blood, flowing non-stop, the child is already lying on the ground curled up into a ball, voice getting smaller and smaller.

  "Xiao Ke?"

  A pang of pain in my heart, I wanted to go forward and comfort him. But at this moment, the little child who was originally lying on the ground disappeared, just like that, vanished into thin air.

  I'm sure I didn't blink, but he just disappeared right in front of me.

  On the ground, there were still lollipops that had just fallen to the ground, and that basketball, but when I was about to pick them up, they also disappeared.

  This night I didn't sleep, sat outside the gate looking at the ground, watching the dark night till dawn.

  Early morning arrived again, and before having breakfast, I was summoned by Old Man Huang to go outside and carry a corpse.

  In fact, carrying a corpse is not actually carrying a corpse. I just can't understand why they call this job "corpse-carrying worker".

  "Let's go." Towards the sun, Hua replied after breakfast.

  "Hua, have you ever seen a ghost?" I got up and followed him, asking.

  "Do you know what the first rule is when working in a crematorium?"

  I said: "I don't know."

  "He said: 'Don't believe this world has ghosts.'"

  I was left speechless after hearing it.

  Then I tried to probe him a few more times, but this indifferent guy didn't respond to me anymore.

  This time it was someone from a rich family who died, a woman, about 23 or 24 years old. When we arrived, there were still police there and also saw the forensic doctor.

  I originally wanted to go in and lift the body directly, but was stopped by Hyuga. He said that before the police spoke, we could only stand aside and wait. So, we stood on the side and watched.

  A group of police officers were taking photos and collecting evidence in an orderly manner, while a forensic doctor was squatting on the ground examining the female corpse. On the other side, several people were huddled together crying, with the women sobbing uncontrollably and the men also crying, but only tears streaming down their faces without making any sound.

  Such scenes no longer make me feel uncomfortable like they used to in the past. Maybe it's because I've seen too many of them, so I think this is an inevitable scene.

  If someone in a family dies and they don't cry, it would be strange instead.

  A person's emotions are the most precious things, and for those around them, living together has already established a certain day to leave or die, using tears to mourn each other and express their inner pain.

  So I said don't cry, it's weird if you don't.

  "It's a suicide by hanging. Someone can be called to take away the body."

  The forensic expert was a middle-aged man who stood up and announced his verdict before turning around and walking away with a very cool demeanor.

  I suddenly felt a little jealous of his high and mighty attitude.

  At this time, there were police beckoning us, and we two went forward, putting the body into the hearse.

  Not to mention, this woman is quite attractive. What's even more precious is that her beauty is the natural kind without makeup, so at that time I was deeply moved and wondered how I could have thought of seeking death?

  Many people yearn to live but don't live well, yet there are also many who choose to leave despite living a good life. This world is just so strange and incomprehensible.

  After transporting this corpse, we have to transport another one...

  Today, a total of thirteen bodies were transported, among which five bodies were brought back together. A car accident, a family, all dead.

  I've seen many traffic accident fatalities and they are also the most terrifying.

  Some had lost an eyeball or were hanging, some had no lips and exposed a row of blood-red teeth, some faces had lost half the flesh and could see their tongues, some waists were directly broken below...

  In short, ordinary people who see such a scene will inevitably have nightmares for half a month, and the few who vomit on the spot will not be less. Based on my personal experience, I advise those who watch "exciting" scenes to avoid watching at this time.

  Look but don't make any disgusting expressions or it will be disrespect to the deceased, otherwise you'll have bad luck one after another.

  And I just can't understand why so many people go to watch the scene of dead bodies. Except for normal deaths, I've never seen a non-terrifying scene.

  Traffic accident deaths are terrifying enough, and then there's being electrocuted, jumping off buildings, and getting injured by operating machinery. In short, they're all scenes that make people feel nauseous just looking at them.

  It's already evening after being busy, since coming here almost every day there are things that can't be finished. Until the evening it's not over yet, even if it's evening, it's possible to be called out to carry a corpse.

  But even if there's a corpse tonight, I won't go out to carry it, because I'm looking for Wang Xiaoke.

  During the day, I had already investigated that Wang Xiaoke would be cremated three days later, and his family members had also arrived. It was said that while playing outside in the yard, he picked up a popsicle stick from the ground and ate it, resulting in seven holes bleeding to death.

  Now the only thing I need to do is find out who poisoned him.

  Mr. Huang, who had a conversation with Wang Xiaoke's family members, from his description and surveillance footage, it can be known that at the time no one was seen throwing anything into their yard, so this became the key to solving the case.